B.O.L.O

Be on the look out for a 6 foot 1 man Wearing a grey winter jacket with black cargo pants The suspect is wanted, his location unknown A whistleblower on the run  fleeing his home (A whistleblower on the run  fleeing his home) Right, listen up Hands in the air,yeah stick em' up A phantom appears, you crash now you're stuck And asking yourself how did this happen   It's luck you seem to be lacking You're not a bossman, you're not a badman I dont think youre anything at all but a sad man You're equal to the dirt in my trash can     I'll clear my name, there's no doubt about it You hate my guts and you've said it proudly Things are about to get rowdy Village idiot looking ass with a big red nose and big clown feet   Here Take this L, a decisive defeat Pop some pills, indulge in a feast You're a parasite and you spread your disease My brain turns to mush when you speaking to me Just leave me be I Don't know what to do   When you come into my space Your breath too close to my face If you keep this up ill catch a case So go ahead and laugh You think this a joke     Nah This is serious black so shut the hell up Harry potter lookin ass Abrakadabra magical slap Quit having a tantrum Before you pass Out Not going anywhere but South You're nothing else but a Hound Quit your barkin I'll have you Bound The way that you are talking is out of pocket Wanna put you in a cage and lock it Everybody wanna talk behind my back I'm like julius caesar the way i got stabbed  Got me wondering and pondering Maybe its just an honor thing Or maybe an alternative factor What is it really you're after I have difficulty reading your face What's the matter aww Is it rough to be known as the backstabber? Be on the look out for a 6 foot 1 man Wearing a grey winter jacket with black cargo pants The suspect is wanted, his location unknown A whistleblower on the run  fleeing his home (A whistleblower on the run  fleeing his home) I'm getting tired of the fact that you keep popping up I'm doing everything i can to keep you out of touch I could go on and on and down the list And talk about all the fucked up shit That youve done to me You know i had to leave Cuz being with you was like being on speed Fucking exhausting I do  hope youll never have offsprings If you do ill feel bad for those poor things   One more thing Stay the fuck away from my premiss To your family tree youre a god damn menace Even your father didn't wanna see ya He just busted in your mother then he left her He should've busted his fist in your face And told you what a disgrace you are   Cuz you got lost in a maze that was straight Far too long i've been a pawn in your games Yeah its my fault cuz i thought you would change But i was taught a lesson You're still immature An adolescence There ain't a cure For you lack of brain cells Knock knock, who's there? Not you for sure You busy talking shit In the corridor I should knock you out with a 4 by 4 Im sure youve heard that phrase before Aint got no lock come through the door So we can settle the score Let me tune it up a little bit And show you what you're messing with Im sick of all the shit That your talking when you spit You threw and you missed You think you are slick With your lies and your tricks Your corrupted politics   You and me don't mix You and me don't fix You and me don't stick Nah piss off you're a prick I wanna throw up every time that you open your mouth to speak Peace